Unboxing – A FemBot Story

Note: This is a preview of a longer story. It is 5200 words in length and is a little sad, pretty racy and has a happy ending. You can get the whole thing for $1 here.

The message came while Leah was in a production meeting. She glanced at her watch and saw the truncated text message routed from her phone.

“Delivered today: ServiceBot R2900.GirlfriendMateria…”

She coughed and covered her watch face with her hand. Peter from accounting looked at her strangely and she rubbed her throat and mouthed “allergies.”

The rest of the day was anxious fretting around the office.… Read the rest


She was okay with being naked. She didn’t mind walking past my open windows or if I snapped a picture of her every once in awhile. I liked that. I liked how much she enjoyed her body, lounging and showing off her curves without a hint of the embarrassment that is drilled into women. But the pigtails made her mortified.

It was funny how she tried to talk me out of them, explaining how sexy she looked with her hair down or up or this way or that.

“You said I could have you any way I wanted,” I started seriously, though I was holding a pair of rabbit ears.… Read the rest

Friendly Examination

It started in such a simple and silly way. A bunch of us were out, in a crowded bar, huddled in small groups so we could hear each other, and the topic of grooming came up.

Kimberly tended to be the quiet one in our group and because of that I always tended to gravitate to her, to try and include her in conversations, to try and pull her out of her shell. Plus she was adorable, with a round cherubic face, large expressive eyes, big cupid bow lips, and the habit of covering her mouth when she laughed.

She was always made up so well, beautiful clothes, hair perfect, makeup on point.… Read the rest

Netflix and Kill

In the still of a lonely Tuesday afternoon nap, Samantha felt a strange pressure under the covers next to her. A small sudden movement.

It wasn’t her cat. Bartleby was sitting on the windowsill near the radiator, his glossy black coat looking perfect after his hours of grooming.

In the liminal space between sleeping and waking she felt it again, ghost fingers on her bare hip.

She wore nothing in bed but long black socks that kissed her thighs.

It wasn’t until the third little motion that she realized it was the buzz of her phone.

Four messages. She narrowed her eyes.… Read the rest

When He Spanks Her

When he spanks her she pushes her face into his lap to hide her blushing cheeks. She covers her mouth to muffle her whimpers and moans. But when he parts her legs there is nothing she can do to hide her wetness. As much as she tries, her body can’t keep secrets from him.

And even though she knows it is all part of their game, his quiet chuckle is mortifying.

Which only makes it worse.… Read the rest


He hit her again, a sharp spank on the ass. His hand felt like a paddle until he laid his fingers gently on her skin, examining the heat he created and the raised welts that were forming.

His light touch tickled and soothed a little, but she was tense for the next hit.

His fingers moved to her thighs, to just the edge of the crotch of her panties. His pinky just brushing the fabric, then another slap on her ass, another barrage of slaps, the vibrations of each pushing right between her legs, right where his fingers almost touched.

As he stopped again she felt her own wetness on her inner thighs and she pushed her ass out, hoping his fingers would move back down, move between her legs.… Read the rest

Westworld – Sub Routine

Elwood Philips exited the elevator and straightened his thin black tie.

The huge Westworld logo on the wall in front of him was dimly lit by an unseen spotlight. It was between shifts, and he was off his usual assignment to help reprogram a host that worked in Sweetwater. Usually he was designing much more innovative models out in Pariah or other more complicated locations.

As he walked past empty labs he checked his reflection in the long rows of windows. He was tallish, long limbed, skin a slightly malt color, a face full of freckles, showing mixed heritage and a love of the sun.… Read the rest


She’d do, in a pinch. Her hair was the wrong shade of brown and her eyes were too wide, but he could make it work. Her tits were right. Her ass was actually even a little better than the original. She had the right combination of softness and muscle. Her thighs were almost thick enough.

He sent her pictures. Told her what to wear. She’d never get the voice right so he just had her shut up and take off her clothes.

She liked being useful, even if she couldn’t be herself. Bent over his desk who could tell the difference?… Read the rest

Two Girls Under Covers

Chloe Gibson yawned and stretched in her warm bed. It was Sunday, sometime in the afternoon, she had been lounging under her thick blankets all morning and now she was getting restless. It was days like this that she felt like a cat, laying around purring softly as she baths in the sunlight streaming through her window. Only getting up lazily and getting some milk. But now she felt the world pulling on her, she felt another pulling as well, as if the cat she felt like was going into heat.

Absently, Chloe let her hands move under the thick comforter.… Read the rest

Little Bird

Sometimes after a really good first date, you walk around in a daze. A stupid grin plastered on your face, a drunken wobble in your gate, and a fog over your eyes.

That’s where Jason was as he made his way through the east Village and up to the apartment of his best friend Ray.

Ray opened the door and immediately rolled his eyes at his friend’s swooning smile.

“Oh boy, not again,” he said, letting Jason float into his apartment.

“No man, this is serious, I’m in-” Jason started but Ray stopped him.

“Don’t say it, don’t say it, I know, you’re in love.… Read the rest